Figuring out what's wrong with me.
And I don't like writing it down, because it means me remembering it. Recalling these things that made me feel small. Smaller than I ever have before. I've spent the past two weeks writing it all down. I have
The Future notebook
The Corbin notebook
The Parents notebook
And The Journal.
I'm dying. This night took an ugly turn.
-Alto
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